Chapter 137 - 095 Emotional Teen The Real Princess_8
Song Yiren was first surprised upon seeing this, and then seemed to think of something, the corners of her lips lifting in a cold smile, "Don’t try to look rich by puffing up your face, when they tell you there’s insufficient balance on your card later, I want to see if you still have the face to stay here."
Yun Ya turned a deaf ear, calm as if she hadn’t heard, which only made Song Yiren appear like a clown jumping up and down.
Kang Jinxian tugged at her sleeve, "Yiren, stop talking."
She wasn’t like Song Yiren, who seemed to be brainless. She recognized the bank card; it was a commemorative edition issued by the International Bank for Reconstruction and Development five years ago to mark a century of cooperation with Country Hua, printed with the national flower of Country Hua, the peony. It was a limited edition with only fifty cards issued worldwide, and its collectible and valuable nature was self-evident. Unexpectedly, it was in the hands of such a young girl, who was using it as an ordinary bank card. Who exactly was she?
Her gaze towards the girl was filled with complexity; the nobility and elegance seemed innate, as if even by just standing there quietly, without saying a word, she made others deeply feel their own inferiority.
It had been a long time since she’d felt this way... Her hand beneath her sleeve clenched tightly into a fist.
It had been a long time since she had felt such a degrading sense of inferiority, as if she were dust. Those memories, deliberately sealed deep in her mind, like terrible nightmares, now flooded back like a tide.
Noticing Kang Jinxian’s slightly pale and lost expression, Yun Ya’s lips curved into a gentle smile, endowing her with a mysterious and pure beauty.
The best way to hurt someone is to slowly destroy the confidence they take pride in, to make them crumble and start questioning their life... Lowly people remain lowly; even if they fly into the phoenix’s nest, they can’t hide their lowly origins. Besides, was that a phoenix’s nest? It was more like a chicken’s nest.
She should thank Ji Lanyi, really. That woman had been harshly training her from a young age, intent on raising her into the most noble lady. Those etiquettes and elegance, accompanied by harsh words and scornful looks, had been deeply etched into her very bones and blood.
The saleswoman quickly returned with the packaged items and a bank card to Yun Ya, respectfully handing her the receipt and a pen, "Please sign here."
Yun Ya signed her English name with a flourish, the smooth and exquisite BP English font, mesmerizing the saleswoman.
Ji Die naturally took the bag, gloating as she glanced at Song Yiren, who was so mad her nose was almost crooked, and deliberately shook the bag.
Seeing this, Yun Ya couldn’t help but find it amusing; Aunt Die was becoming more and more childlike. However, she liked Aunt Die better this way, full of life and vigor.
"Let’s go," Yun Ya tucked away the bank card and stepped forward to leave.
As she passed by Kang Jinxian, she glanced at her sideways and said with a kind smile, "The goddess of the indoor men, indeed worthy of this honor, we’ll meet again soon."
With that, she curved her lips and left without looking back.
Ji Die quickly trotted to catch up.
Kang Jinxian looked back at the receding figure of the girl, her eyes reflecting a turbulent storm of emotions.
That smile, those eyes, inexplicably familiar, and inexplicably, they struck fear into her.
The image of a person suddenly flashed through her mind, and her face turned even paler, "No... it can’t be..."
She had died long ago, ten years prior; it absolutely couldn’t be her...
Song Yiren muttered, "I better not run into that woman again, or I’ll definitely expose her White Lotus facade."
Turning her head, she saw Kang Jinxian’s frighteningly pale complexion and couldn’t help but express concern, "Ah Xian, what’s wrong with you? Why is your face so pale?"
Kang Jinxian pursed her lips, "I suddenly feel unwell and want to go home early. Yiren, I’m really sorry about today."
Turning her head, she left in a hurry. Song Yiren couldn’t help but pout, "What’s the matter? It’s you who wanted to go shopping, and then you feel unwell when you get here. Why are you so delicate, getting sick every other day..." She said this but still raced after her.